just spoke to my dad...
we had a dog - called her Indian dog cause he found her on a reservation about 16 yrs ago running trains between Kalispell and Havre - eventually, he went over, snagged a big trunk, and brought her back in it...she was a stray but was scared to death of brooms, meaning someone used to beat her with one.
she was an incredibly faithful dog, and very protective - kept the Jehovah's Witnesses in the car.
Well, she was getting worse and worse...having seizures and possibly a stroke. She barely had enough energy to get herself off the floor by this time. Anyways...on Thanksgiving Dad let her outside, let her walk around a bit, and then she sat down outside in the snow, and he gave her a pat on the head one last time and then he put her down with a rifle.
She was a damned good dog...I wanna cry just thinking about it...
we'll miss ya indian dog. - definately lived up to the name "Man's Best Friend"